A ‘quick’ drink with the fellas from work soon turned into a night to remember for an Adelaide office worker.
Accountant Brett (32) originally told his missus he was ‘roped in’ for a single drink with colleagues and would be home before 7pm.
He eventually got home 12 hours and $490 later, absolutely fuckeyed.
“One pint led to two… and two led to 10 — what else can I say?” he said.
According to girlfriend Kate, Brett’s transaction history featured three Peel St bars; two Hindley St clubs; the casino; a strip joint; and finally KFC.
She said he was still absolutely pissed and reeked of tobacco when he landed on the bed fully clothed at 7am.
“Just revolting and gross,” she said.
“I just can’t even.”
While chastised by his missus, Brett was championed in his work group chat.
One colleagues’ Snapchat story from the night showed Brett tossing business cards across the bar yelling ‘give daddy a call!’.
“How’d you pull up @Brett you fucking animal?” One colleague messaged.
Another said: “on behalf of all the randoms at the bar last night, we thank you for your round of tequilas.”
Brett was apparently aware that he was expected at his grandmother’s birthday lunch the following day.
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